I began with 3 aluminum tins that I sliced and diced to create metal rings which I manipulated into a heart shape.
Next, I contracted tetanus from too many metal cuts as I glued my makeshift hearts together.
Then, I took poorly-crafted St. Patty's Day tinsel and wrapped it around my shamrock form whilst green confetti shed from the emerald strings, and danced and glistened in the air before adhering themselves to every surface of the room with static electricity.
Lastly, I stood back to admire my flimsy, nondescript bush. It was suddenly obvious that my genius craft was a flop. In desperation, I glued a leprechaun bobblehead to the center of my "shamrock," but instead of enhancing the good luck charm, my wreath looked like an Irish gull laid an unfortunate egg after eating Lucky Charms out of a convenience store dumpster.
My front door has since remained bare. No jealous neighbors. No lucky threshold. Just an unwelcoming nail protruding like a finger bidding my visitors to turn and leave before my hot glue gun has time to heat up again.